Brandt shook his head as his chance for vengeance slipped from his grasp.
“Do not worry, Herr Oberst,” Captain Fischer shouted. “They may have won the battle, but they will not win the war. We will have our revenge for Führer and for fatherland, this I swear.”
Darkness closed around Brandt, and a single word floated to the forefront of his mind—revenge. If he survived this night, he vowed to never rest until he had humiliated and vanquished his opponents.
Whether it took a day, a month, a year, or a lifetime, Brandt would have his revenge.
GOVERNMENT DISTRICT
04.23 MST
DAY 3
McCabe groaned as he slipped his backpack off and allowed it to drop to the floor. In the hours that followed the news of the German surrender, chaos reigned across New Berlin. Although virtually every SS
